Makin the Grade

I have a best friend, for now will call her Cody. I met her about ten years ago when she was pregnant with her first child. She asked me if I would be her best friend and I said yes, we've been together ever since. Have you ever met someone and just looking at them for a split second, you realize you have to know that person better? Now don't get me wrong it wasn't all love at first site it was more like hey this is a kindred spirit kinda thing, all Anne of Green Gables and what not. She understood me, which is saying alot most people don't get me at all, even when they try to. I dont think I'm all that complicated, but of course my opinion is somewhat biased. Anyhoo the years rolled by and everything was awesome I'd never felt so in touch with anyone like that before, then she met and married a guy, that's where it all went bad. He was a crack addict woohoo!!! Dont we know how to pick 'em. She was with him for four years . She finally go away from him, now scarred and with four kids to raise on her own. Everything seemed like it was back on track and we were closer than ever, then the dating started. For the last two years she's had a new boyfriend ever 3-6 months (sigh). I dont begrudge her dating it's not that I'm jealous of her time, although I think it's bad for the kids( ya know the whole tilt-a-whirl thing). The problem is she just drops out of my life completely to spend time with the new love of her life, and yes according to her she's been in love with everyone of the meatbags. Then when they break-up, as they inevitably do she reappears and wedges herself up my ass without a howdy, sorry I've been gone, I don't even warrant an explanation these days. I call she blows me off, for weeks at a time and then when she needs me I'm just supposed to 'be there'. I may not be a perfect friend, but I think I deserve a little more than that after all these years. Some small part of me says I should just let go, yet I never seem able to. Perhaps, it's just another one of those endless cycles and I've somehow allowed myself to become a victim.
"I value the friend who for me finds time on his calendar, but I cherish the friend who for me does not consult his calendar." Robert Brault